Like a Bird Flying Across the Face of the Sun

She spreads her legs as naturally  
as a bird spreads its wings  
As its about to take flight  
into the wild blue yonder.  
 
Like the atmosphere is high above the Earth,  
So far is ardent sexual passion above  
The realm of the ordinary, the mundane.  
 
Instead of ascending into
The blue sky like the bird,  
She reaches for the heights of the openness  
Of passion's fantasy domain.  
 
Like a bird flying across the circle of the shining sun,  
Her Passion encounters the capital letter "O" -  
"O" for female climax.  
 
Around and around like an eagle  
riding the thermal updraft  
Her probing finger encircles her clit,  
Until she reaches the heights of the heavens.  
 
She's on a flight of feeling,  
Riding the winds of Eros,  
Into the skies of sensation.  
 
Orgasm is a flight of feeling,  
A departure from the world,  
Into the air of the dream state,  
An airy dreaminess.  
 
It begins when you strip down,  
Naked as a bird,  
Then you open your longing legs,  
Spread wide those lonely legs,  
Those longing-for-love legs.

PS: I'm recalling that Nellie Furtadah"
song,
"I'm Like A Bird."